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On doctor’s orders, I’ve significantly cut down on my coffee intake in the last year.

However, there are some mornings where I just can’t get going without my daily dose of caffeine.

Today’s poem is about divorce.

I wrote this poem a couple of years ago when I was feeling really down.

Depression had me firmly in its clutches.

Anything people said or did would be misinterpreted.

Because that’s what depression does—it completely alters how we see everything around us.

When I wrote this poem about moving house, we were in the process of buying our first house. It was all so new and alien to us.

And now we’ve been in our house two years! It’s gone so fast.

This was a poem I wrote a couple of years ago now, after my nan went into hospital.

She had a mini stroke that thankfully didn’t do any damage, but she was at risk of having a full-on stroke.

Since then, she’s had surgery to lower this risk.

She’s never gained the feeling back in her neck where they damaged the nerves, though.

(This is a common side effect of the surgery.)

I wrote this poem a few years ago now, when my nan went to hospital with hypoglycaemia (low blood sugar).

It was also part of my Poetry portfolio for my MA, and I’ve read it at a couple of local events, too.

Kristina Adams